- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Weekends, I tend to have buckets of time unless I'm working or traveling (I'll let you know), then I'm scarce af. During the week, I work pretty standard 9-5, then go to class or the gym, so....8-11 PM Pacific?
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to more than I'm closed to. If it doesn't fall under gratuitous or inorganic (forced) romance, pitch me an idea, and we'll work it out.
It was quiet after Foka dropped off, but that was fine with Mal. It'd been a while since she had a moment to herself. It was hard to believe only three days had passed since she'd been arrested. Even so, the Mars authorities had been a long time catching up with a girl who'd been practicing illegal prostitution and a fair dollop of treason for almost three years now. She wasn't looking forward to going back, exactly, but hiding had always been her speciality. And she was a good liar. A great liar, even.
Good enough she could probably get a few secrets out of Foka. Sexuality hadn't worked the first time around, but now she knew a little more about him. She didn't expect to find anything usable, or nothing sellable, at least. But any secret was a good secret when you knew who you were talking to. And Foka...well, he scared her just enough to mean something big to the right person.
Good enough she could probably get a few secrets out of Foka. Sexuality hadn't worked the first time around, but now she knew a little more about him. She didn't expect to find anything usable, or nothing sellable, at least. But any secret was a good secret when you knew who you were talking to. And Foka...well, he scared her just enough to mean something big to the right person.